He swallows as Maggie brushes her hands over her breasts pulling lightly on her own nipples. She smiles at him before she realises she wants his tongu... on her before she fucks him. So she moves to the head of the bed and stands on it straddling Carl before she kneels down on him. He is looking at her; his eyes wide. Maggie realises he has no idea of what she is about to do."I want you to lick me Carl. Here." She puts a hand on herself opening herself flicking her clit as she watches his eyes. I experienced a riot of sensations and emotions: used and degraded; aroused and horny; sore and sensitive; slutty and whorish. I had no idea what to make of it all.This went on for many minutes. The van was moving with our rhythm, just as in the cliche. After what seemed hours, Brad actually increased the tempo of his thrusts, then shot a load of hot cum into my well-fucked ass.Once again, we lay there panting, trying to get our breath. It seemed hard to believe that we did so much fucking in. Mr. Foster, as it turned out, was a self-styled scientist, and in 1915, he developed first a theory, and then a contraption that, when hooked into a source of electrical power - in this case an automotive battery - was supposed to create an impenetrable field of energy. His thought processes were that this process could be generated around a vehicle, making it into a transport for troops that would be invulnerable to known devices of war.Wyndham Foster wanted to make a better tank.But when he. “I need something else.”“What else have you got?” Sugarshine asked in return.“Right, right, use my instincts,” Jennifer said. “You have no idea how little help that actually— Oh, wait. Duh. How could I forget that? Alright you motherfucker, I can spin shit around too. Watch my baton!” She clenched her hands into fists, put them together and then drew them apart. In the space between them appeared a twirling baton. Once the entire length was there, she transferred it to one hand and started.